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Chapter 90 Sean wants to build an airplane, and the Imperial Marshal volunteers, "I can help!&q
Chapter 91 Sean wants to build an airplane, and the Imperial Marshal volunteers, "I can help!"
Old Mo excitedly drew his pistol, but the black-clad military commander next to him quickly grabbed his hand.
"Can you believe it? We outnumbered them 2300 to 3? And the British fleet didn't shed a single drop of blood?"
"Yes, I can't believe it either." At first, Zinoa also thought the other party was wrong, but if his own Air Force Marshal and Navy could take it down, what else couldn't they do?
"Sir, this has nothing to do with the messenger."
"I'm going to shoot him. Damn it, a casualty ratio of 2300 to 3, Italy has become a laughing stock again."
Zenoa wanted to tell him that ever since Sean Wayne came along, they had become a laughing stock.
Germany went there to fight a war, while we went there to be a joke. There's no harm in comparison.
"Sir, fortunately we didn't let the Italian newspapers mock Sean Wayne."
Hearing his trusted aide say this, Lao Mo felt bitter. Did I not want to?
I originally planned to humiliate Sean after I got the results.
Now, it's actually the right thing to not mock him.
Sean Wayne is a terrible cancer of war.
Zenoa sighed; his predictions of the two Italian battles had been spot on.
Berlin, Germany.
Surprisingly, the Supreme Command was jubilant.
It's worth noting that Italy is an ally, yet they showed no sign of sorrow.
William Carraris witnessed Sean's terrifying power for the first time; were naval battles really this accurate?
"Sir Sean is truly a remarkable man; the Italians haven't inflicted a single scratch on the British fleet. No, not a single plane!"
"Compared to Sean's amazing feat, the Italian fleet is truly amazing." Manstein was at a loss for words. The German Navy was incompetent, but it sank the aircraft carrier Glorious in Norway.
Italy appears to have played no role in this battle in Greece, as it had in the previous campaigns in France.
"Fortunately, we already knew the outcome." Rommel was now filled with joy at having anticipated the enemy's moves. Upon hearing the battle report, apart from the intense shock, the German High Command was surprisingly not upset at all, because we already knew the result.
I was prepared.
"A pig-like companion." The little painter angrily waved his fist, his parted hair was all messed up, and the way he brushed his bangs back with his hand was so rough, he shoved his head back and shook it.
The Supreme Command fell silent instantly, countless eyes staring at him, and not even the comrades he had chosen.
"End this farce."
The young painter left the Supreme Command headquarters in a bad mood, leaving behind a single sentence.
Suddenly everyone burst out laughing. Yes, they were laughing.
"The Führer is only too embarrassed to lose his temper when Sean's predictions are accurate."
Marshal Bock's shoulders were shaking with laughter.
"There are so many troublemakers in the Army Department," William Carraris muttered, pursing his lips. "Besides Ronstadt, Phildobock, who was known as the Great Demon King in history, was no less formidable."
He was a relatively conservative general in the German army, but undeniably, few could rival him in large-scale operations.
Rommel was also under his command at this time.
"Because Lord Sean never makes a mistake," SS officer Himmler suddenly interjected.
The army members all nodded in agreement.
"Send a telegram to Lister, urging him to end this foolish war as soon as possible."
Ronstadt planned to notify another marshal who was far away on the battlefield.
London, England, was also filled with jubilation.
The Italian navy's setback solidified Britain's indisputable control of the Mediterranean. The Battle of Cape Matapan was also a major strategic victory for the Italian navy as it shifted to a defensive posture, securing British maritime supply lines.
Upon hearing the battle report, Churchill burst out laughing, almost spitting out his coffee.
"2300 to 3?"
"Yes, a great victory."
"That bastard Sean has a pretty good eye for the battlefield."
Churchill had no choice but to admit defeat.
The British don't really like Sean Wayne, but this time, he spoke brilliantly.
Many Royal Navy officers were visibly relieved; Sean Wayne had finally sided with them, a feeling that was truly unparalleled.
"The message has been sent out; the Allied forces need a boost!"
The scene that Italy and Mexico least wanted to see has happened: their dignity has once again been trampled on by the world, and the Battle of Cape Matapan has occurred again, just as recorded in history.
December 1940, 7.
"In the Mediterranean naval battle, Italy suffered a crushing defeat despite its overwhelming superiority, resulting in a casualty ratio of 2300 to 3, while Britain only lost one aircraft."
God!
Everyone was shocked to hear the newsboy's cries.
They lingered on the street, forgetting about going to work, quietly reading the newspapers in their hands.
"Isn't the Italian Navy one of the top five in the world? How could its main force lose to the British squadron? And that was with an overwhelming advantage?" Ordinary people don't care about radar or anything like that; they only compare numbers.
"This is insane! This world has gone mad!"
"Sean Wayne isn't a commentator, he's a prophet."
"Yes, that's so accurate! I even doubt if he's human!"
"Do you think he's from the future?"
"Tch!" Many Americans scoffed.
Even NBC News in the United States invited biologists to explain.
"Doctor, is Sean Wayne a visitor from the future?"
"From a biological point of view, he's just an ordinary person."
"Then why is he always right?"
"This is not a biological issue."
Sean Wayne is famous again, and Americans call him a prophet.
The British called him a cancer of war.
Italians call Sean their archenemy.
However, people in most countries, such as Poland and the Czech Republic, believe that Italians are trying to glorify themselves.
Germans call Sean Wien the Angel of Victory.
Los Angeles residents are once again talking about the porters who walked out of San Pedro Bay.
Sean is currently at home meeting an important guest.
Walter, the president of Bell Corporation, also known as AT&T.
"Mr. Sean, it's a pleasure to see you again. Our last brief meeting was at the War Department's bidding conference."
Walter put down a bottle of red wine, and Hanni opened it and poured it for the two of them.
Sean knew that Bell Labs was not Lockheed. Although they were at risk of being marginalized in the military field, in the civilian sector, AT&T was a giant and had plenty of money.
"I want to invest in Bell Labs."
I didn't expect Sean to be so carefree.
Walter picked up his glass and took a small sip. This commentator had been making a lot of moves lately, not only establishing Obsidian Military Company but also buying Lockheed aircraft. His ambition was obvious; he hoped to use his fame to make a fortune in the war.
Bell Labs is something Sean really wants.
The company could choose not to invest, but Sean, who later invented X-rays, transistors, and even Bell Labs, the mecca of programmers, really didn't want to give up on him. His words instantly alerted Walter.
"I'm sorry, we don't need the money," Walter said decisively.
Sean wasn't angry; he simply pushed a document from the table in front of the other person.
"Alright, Bell Helicopter Company, give it to me. This formula is yours."
Bell Helicopters?
Walter thought for a long time and finally realized that Bell Aircraft was a niche company.
Researching helicopters.
This thing requires a huge investment, but so far there haven't been any results; it's just a money pit.
Sean remembers clearly that it wasn't until 47 years after the war that Bell developed a civilian helicopter and the world's first aircraft to break the sound barrier, the X-1, which was a groundbreaking achievement!
This may be related to Bell's strategic focus, since the radio semiconductor field is their core business.
As long as Bell Helicopter is acquired, it won't be a loss for us; we can merge it with Lockheed.
He will become the undisputed leader in the American rotorcraft industry.
The ospreys were all developed by this company.
As long as you have some ideas, then Black Hawk, Chinook, and Little Bird are not problems.
Helicopters might even be used in World War II, allowing for leapfrog tactics that could utterly crush the army.
With such a huge reserve of technology as San Dezi, why not give it a try?
In the era before precision-guided weapons existed, helicopters were the absolute killers of ground armored formations.
"What is this?"
"A new explosive formula."
"For explosives, you should partner with DuPont."
Isn't this because DuPont monopolized the gunpowder market in the United States?
He was too weak to negotiate with DuPont.
Sean was not swayed by the other person's joke and instead gestured for him to proceed.
"Plastic explosives?" Walter was stunned; this idea was too damn audacious.
It was clear that the company president was extremely shocked.
Yes, chewing gum explosives were absolutely a revolutionary idea.
C4's stability, malleability, portability, and ability to remain unexploded even when attacked far surpass any other explosive. Even trained military dogs might not be able to smell it.
"Mr. Sean invented this?" Walter almost cursed. Such a strange thing, most people really wouldn't think of it.
Walter saw the enormous potential of plastic explosives.
It also has adhesive properties, meaning you can simply stick it on during installation without needing to find a place to put it—"a very convenient product."
Yes, that's the biggest advantage of C4.
Sean observed the other person's expression. He had considered selling the plastic explosives, but upon reflection, it seemed like a bad deal.
Now that we've acquired Lockheed Martin, let's turn it into America's largest military-industrial company.
It won't be so easy for the White House to touch him in the future, especially since he has quite a few friends.
Self-preservation is Sean's top priority right now.
He had a strong sense of crisis.
It was all because of that drawer full of medals. Sean glared at Hannie.
"I don't understand why you would sell such an excellent product?" Walter frowned, imagining the huge profits that would come from the successful development of plastic explosives.
"Bell Corporation still has the advantage in basic materials science." Of course, DuPont has the biggest advantage, having even developed nylon.
Everyone loves to hear that. Walter nodded casually. Lockheed was still a small company and certainly couldn't compare to Bell.
The president held his wine glass without moving, but in his field of vision, Sean calmly picked up his glass and drank.
Bell Helicopters was indeed not profitable, and Walter was reluctant to give up, but in the field of radio and military equipment, there was Raytheon.
There are even more competitors in the aircraft industry.
War is a feast, but not everyone can get enough to eat.
Both Bell and Thor are now in an awkward position of being marginalized.
Walter looked at the formula; it seemed that few could compete with this explosive.
Seeing the slight upturn of the other's lips, Sean knew that Walter was interested.
Who wouldn't want to eat alone?
Bell is not strong in the defense industry.
But plastic explosives are different; the Germans, the British, and even the French, Japanese, and Italians all wanted them.
That's a huge market; the harder you compete, the more you sell.
It seems like it has great potential.
Walter happily raised his glass. "Deal. Bell Helicopter is yours." He didn't need to invest any money himself. There were plenty of aircraft companies in America. Even oil tycoon Howard Theus could run one. There were no barriers to entry; all you needed was money.
Walter was inwardly excited. "Sean Wayne, you're not a real businessman."
Ha ha.
Hannie sneered from the side, "You're the idiot. Do you think Lord Sean is wrong?"
This is information asymmetry.
Walter thought he had gotten a great deal, but even Sean Wayne can make mistakes. Are helicopters really that easy to build?
Sean was secretly laughing to himself, thinking that the American gyroplane industry would soon be completely dominated by him.
He thought he had gotten a good deal; it was just a bomb formula, and he was investing in the future.
"Deal." Sean held out his hand and winked at Hanni; the two had been working together seamlessly for a long time.
"Boss, we're losing money. This is a mature product. We can make money by investing in building a factory."
Hanni said regretfully.
Yes, it can be produced immediately, but that's C1, not C4, and it has many problems.
Sean hesitated slightly upon hearing his secretary's words.
"Mr. Sean, now that it's settled, let's prepare the contract. We'll trade the formula for Bell helicopters."
When Walter saw that Sean wanted to back out, he thought, "No way! I'm not stupid to turn down this easy prize."
"But," Sean said hesitantly.
"Sir, integrity is the foundation of business. You asked me to come and negotiate, and we at AT&T consider Mr. Sean a friend."
Walter immediately had a contract drafted.
"Okay, deal." Sean sighed.
Walter accepted the formula with satisfaction.
After signing the contract, Walter led his men out of the apartment.
The group kept laughing.
"Sean isn't a businessman after all; we've made a killing."
Walter laughed heartily.
"Have they left?"
Hanni watched from the upstairs window. "Let's go."
After saying that, the two of them simultaneously reached out their hands and clapped their hands in mid-air.
Snapped!
"Hahaha, we got Bell Helicopters. They still think I'm an idiot. They transferred senior engineers from Bell Helicopters to Lockheed to set up Skunk Works."
"Yes, sir, your acting is quite good," Hanni laughed along from the side.
"I will dominate the field of future aircraft."
I can help them avoid taking detours.
The future belongs to Lockheed.
"Sir, would you like to hire some technicians from Lufthansa, Schmidt, and Junkers in Germany?"
That would be great.
The technology in Germany is currently mature.
After all, they've experienced real combat.
"This isn't right, we're poaching people." Could Germany really give up such valuable talent? Sean thought it was impossible.
"That's their honor."
If that's what you're saying, then I won't hold back.
Sean nodded calmly, then carefully instructed, "Keep a low profile. Call the operation 'Operation Paperclip,' and secretly poach talent." Yes, this was the post-war American talent repatriation program, which Sean's private company had initiated ahead of schedule.
Hanni nodded to indicate that she understood, and then quietly slipped out.
She made contact with Göring.
I need some aircraft engineers from Lufthansa, Junkers, and Schmidt.
Goring looked at the telegram with some hesitation.
Are you aware of the situation?
Mr. Sean seems to have some grand, secret plan related to aircraft; he's even bought two aircraft companies.
Göring remained silent. A grand plan? [What was he thinking?] He needed to know.
[They didn't say, so it must be something special.]
The rise of the Air Force!
Göring was excited.
Does it matter where you conduct research and development?
It doesn't matter. Sean has people around him; what's his is mine.
Could he possibly surpass the first class and become a superior class above the army?
Goring clenched his fist. The army had been making a lot of small moves lately, but it didn't matter. Sean had his eye on the aircraft, and his chance had come again.
【Give it to him! I'll help him find someone!】
After sending the telegram, Göring laughed heartily; he was about to make money again.
No, it should be said that the Air Force is standing at the crossroads of a great transformation, and will usher in one glorious chapter after another.
Trust Sean, you can't go wrong.
enjoy